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A Night Out With The Guys

I travel just enough for my work to keep traveling enjoyable and a welcome opportunity to get away from home. My calendar showed that I had a regional conference next week in Houston; I had my tickets, reservations, rental car lined up and was pretty much packed and ready for the trip I often add an extra "tour" day at a trip's end, especially if it is a place I haven't seen before, but this trip was a conference so there would be several evenings where I could sneak off and have some fun! In most cities I visit, there are usually several gay bars and often a "bath-house" that are usually on my below-the-horizon agenda. And Houston offered the latter!

The conference ended with a panel of self-important participants giving the usual summary of activities and lauding themselves on how important the sharing of information will be on the nationa and probably the universe. My return flight was not until noon tomorrow so I agreed to join a couple of conference acquaintances for drinks and dinner. With this group, I knew I'd be through by 9:00 if not earlier, freeing my evening for some relaxation although "relaxation" isn't usually what I'm looking for.

After a final round of after-dinner drinks, I agreed with the others that it was time to say good-bye and head to our rooms to pack. As I was already ahead of that task, I went to my room, changed to very casual clothes and headed out to Club Houston.

I've been there a few times before when I was on a trip to Houston. The place is modern, and clean, and usually with enough clients to ensure a good time. Although occasionally there is someone there with a little "attitude," for the most part, the goal of everyone is to hook up in some way. A guy at another bath-house once told me that he could always spot the out-of-town guys as they were the ones most excited and ready for action!

I checked in, rented my room and undressed, wrapping my towel around my waist. I stepped out into the hall to the blaring sounds of rock music and started off to explore the nooks and crevasses, and to see what was available. I didn't make it far when a nice young Hispanic guy purposely brushed me as I walked by. I stopped and looked back as did he. That's all it took and after a little physical contact, we went back to my room.

He really wasn't my type but I thought, "What the hell. I need to get my energy level up." He was slender and shorter than me; I'm 6'1", 180 pounds and still muscular from college sports 10 years ago. I lay back on the bed and without any invitation he began to work on my nips, trace his tongue down my abs and then stroke my rigid seven-inch cock. He pulled back and plunged his mouth and throat all the way down to my pubes, shocking me into immediate gasps and moans of pleasure. He didn't let up and I helped him to feed on that stiff rod.

I rolled him over and began "face-fucking" him, drivingmy cock deep down his hungry throat while still being aware of his need to breath! I sucked his average-size cock and reached around to play with his ass. Immediately he pulled back his legs, giving me full access to his lubed hole. He obviously had been fucked tonight but was ready for more. And I was ready to give it to him.

I pulled out of his gasping throat and swung around, quickly flipping his slender legs over my shoulders and raising his hungry hole to "fucking level." I handed him the familiar little brown bottle and he sniffed deeply before handing it to me. I did the same and as the freight-train of desire began to take control of both of our bodies, I simply leaned forward and slid my hot cock all the way into his slick hole. He began thrashing his head back and forth as I pushed in that final inch with a quick thrust. He moaned loudly and kept muttering something in Spanish, but he didn't push me away.

I held my cock deep inside him for a few seconds to let his hole acclimate to that invader and then I began fucking his sweet hole. He was good! Any time I would feel the that sensation of cumming, I would hold still and let it subside, knowing that action actually reduced that urge and gave me more staying-power.

I pulled out of his hole with an unceremoniously "pop" and turned him around to all fours, one of my favorite fuck-positions (but is there a bad one?). He knew what to do and dropped his head while raising his ass up, ready to be filled again. I slid my cock back and forth over his hole, teasing it as he breathed deeply on poppers again. His hole was relaxed now and a welcoming dent between his ass-cheeks. I put my cockhead just into his hole as the poppers hit him. He moaned and rammed his ass back hard to completely engulf my slick cock. This time I moaned with pleasure. He pushed his ass down which seemed to ensure the last half inch was completely consumed. And then we began fucking again!

I figured he like to get fucked hard, so I began pulling my cock almost out of his hole and then ramming back deep in side. I like this position as I can look down and see my cock stretching a nice hole and disappearing completely. I pulled all the way out and saw his hole remain open for a second. I drove back in, crashing into his prostate several times. Then I heard him yell out as his whole body tensed and he shot his load onto his spread towel. A couple of more strokes for me and I knew it was over for this encounter. The switch had been flipped!

He slowly got up, grabbed his towel and thanked me for a "great fuck!" He kissed me and staggered a little unsteady through the door and into the hall. "That's a good way to begin," I thought as I lay back to recover and recall the details of that hot hole.

Part II

After about 20 minutes of really relaxing and listing to the throbbing beats of the background music, I decided to tour around the facility to see if anything new had come in.f I wandered to the back of the place where a few steps led up to a platform and wall with hole is in. It was the Glory Holes. Of course, if someone was modest, he could go to the small cubicles nearby where holes on three sides gave plenty of anonymous action. But here on the platform, you could see the reactions of the guy next to you getting his cock sucked as your cock got sucked and even look over the edge to see the any guys servicing other disembodied cocks.

I went up the stairs and to the dark end. The hole before me glowed with the background light. I saw two fingers come up to rest on the edge of the hole. That was the signal, I knew, so I stuck my half-hard cock through the hole. "Holy crap," I thought as my cock was sucked deep down a hungry throat. The fingers moved forward to surround my balls, literally pulling my cock as far forward as possible. I could feel an incredible sucking sensation as his tongue swirled around my cockhead. This guy knew what he was doing!

His mouth and throat were soft and velvety, and maintained a constant motion. I moaned as I reactively humped against the flat wall trying to force my cock deeper down that slick chute. Occasionally, I'd hear a gag and feel him pull back but only temporarily. I could feel those urges try to take over...the urges to control and dominate. But the wall restricted in involvement other than the singular pleasure of getting your cock sucked

With that frustration and an awareness of the growing need to explode, I pulled my cock backward. The guys fingers quickly returned to summon my cock back. But I knew I couldn't do that unless I was ready to explode...which I wasn't just yet. But there was no problem as the black guy standing next to me quickly stepped forward and slide his big black cock through the hole. From the looks on his face, the change-up didn't bother the guy on the other side one bit.

I watched for a couple of minutes as the black guy thrust his cock back and forth through the hole. It entered my mind to see if I could fuck him but decided I'd better slow down for a bit. The night was still young.

I grabbed my towel and slipped down the stairs, looking back to see a stocky Hispanic guy standing in the place I had left and sucking on a nice, black cock. I made a mental note in case I had an opportunity to take him on again later.

With my towel still around my waist, I sat down on one of the carpeted benches in the video room to recover a bit and watch the hot videos. There were three other guys, one sitting at the end of the same bench as me and jacking off like mad, I looked up to see what the attraction was and saw an older, heavy-set guy with a belly getting sucked by a young guy. When the young guy pulled back for a breath, I saw what was the attraction: the older, fat guy had a huge, thick cock !The young guy was desperately trying to get that monster down his throat but seemed to accomplish only half the task. But he didn't give up and seemed to be enjoying the challenge he faced. The fat guy looked bored and probably knew his huge cock overcame his other physical shortcomings. I wasn't sure if his cock was real or had been surgically enhanced. At any rate, I left the video room and the three-some involved in their own levels of sexual pleasures.

I looped the hallways, passing some nice-looking guys and seeing others in their rooms. I hit the showers and went back to my room to rest for a bit. It seemed that I had just lay back against the wall on my bed and taken a swig of my Diet Cock when a young black guy came though the door. I had passed him in the hall and certainly taken note: he was slender but well muscled and defined, very cute and very light skinned. In that second he stood here, he didn't get a rejection so he pushed the door shut, dropped his towel and slowly turned around to show me his beautiful body. Then he leaned over and sucked my barely-hard right down his throat.

My cock didn't stay "barely-hard" for long and sprang to full attention. The young guy backed off and said, "Nice!" and went back to devouring that hard piece of meat. I spread my legs, letting him crawl up on the bed for a better position. I reached down and literally pumped his head up and down on my hungry cock. He could take it as he reached up to tweak and caress my nipples. Between pumping his head down and thrusting upward, I literally forced my entire cock far down his throat. He had no gag reflex but did need time for a breath.

Then, without warning, he pulled his head off my cock and crawled up my body, positioning my saliva-covered cock right at his hole. Then he pushed back and my whole cock was swallowed smoothly into his hot ass. I held him by his waist as his muscular little legs road his ass up and down that hard shaft. About every third or fourth pump he would grind his ass hard against my pubic area, driving my cock deep.

Again, without warning, he suddenly raised up off my cock, stepped down to the floor and retrieved his towel. He opened the door and left, but quickly stuck his head around the door to say, "Thanks!" He grinned and was gone! All of this took less than 10 minutes and left me panting, wondering what had just happened. As I recovered, I smiled, knowing this guy fell in a category I call "a Collector," meaning he knows he's hot and just wants to "collect" as many encounters as he possibly can. (I was later walking down a hallway and saw him come out of another room. He smiled at me but kept on going.)

I walked back down to the video room. The same heavy-set guy with the huge cock was still there but getting serviced by another young guy. His big cock was still hard and sticking straight up as the new guy tried valiantly to swallow it. He, too, was probably a "collector" just letting his huge cock attract as many guys as possible. I left to continue roaming.

I saw two guys coming out of a door that was hung with strips of dark plastic. I stepped inside and as my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I saw a stocky guy with a leather chest harness and biker boots standing next to a smooth muscular guy in a sling, his legs up in the straps with his ass exposed and ready for action.

"You want to fuck the best ass here tonight?" the guy standing said with a raspy voice.

There was no need to reply as I dropped my towel and let my cock spring to attention. The blue pill I took after the black "collector" guy had begun to kick in. The leather guy grabbed my cock, saying "Nice, real nice" as he slid his lubed hand up and down my meat. Then he guided my cock right to his buddy's hole as I grabbed the chains for leverage.

His hand held me back as his buddy drew deeply on his small bottle of poppers. The leather guy took the bottle and held it to my nose. I did the same. As the roaring began in both our bodies, the leather guy removed his hand and turned me loose to ram my quivering cock deep inside the guy in the sling! Oh, yeah!" the sling guy groaned as he grabbed his buddy's tattooed arm. And then I started fucking!

I drove my cock in and out of that sweet hole a thousand times it seemed. Then I rotated my thick rod to churn the moaning guy's insides I used the chains to push and pull him back onto my stationary cock. But it wasn't just my fucking skills, this guy's ass was a muscle-controlled pleasure device! Each time I was into his hole, I could feel him clamp down on my cock, almost massaging it.

"Slow down!" the leather guy commanded. "My buddy likes it and you should make it last."

I tried but fucking is fucking and when something is this good, it's hard to control the desire to conquor and fuck to the finish. Another guy came into the room and began stroking his cock as he watched the hot scene. The leather guy jerked him over and pushed him to his knees, slapping his face with his half-hard cock. "Suck it," he commanded, The guy needed no encouragement and began bobbing his head fast on the leather man's hardening cock.

I had entered the zone where time is no measure...only the desire for pleasure and satisfaction. The leather guy pulled the guy off his cock and growled for him to get out. He quickly grabbed his towel and staggered through the plastic strips. I was beginning to fuck upward, ramming the guy's prostrate and causing him to gasp!. The leather guy plugged his buddy's open mouth with his own slick cock, fucking back and forth. As for me, I began to feel that guttural sensation that indicates a soon-to-be nuclear explosion.

"I'm going to cum!" I whispered hoarsely as the primitive sound of conquering and breeding began to replace my moans of pleasure.

"Go for it, man! Fuck his ass!" the leather guy growled as he pulled his wet cock out of his buddy's throat in order to let him focus on the explosion of pleasure that was getting ready to be delivered.

"Arrggghhhh!" as I rammed my spurting cock deep inside that well-fucked hole. Then I pulled back to ram back in for additional volley's of hot man-juice. This was repeated several times as I emptied all that my balls had made into this hot cavity.

Dripping sweat and gasping for breath, I held onto the chains for support, my quivering cock still embedded in that hot ass. Through glazed eyes, I noticed the guy also was gasping for breath, his muscular chest heaving and sweaty.

The leather guy pulled me out of his buddy's hole and pushed me around to his head where he opened his mouth and sucked my softening cock deep down his soft throat. It felt dream-like as I floated down from a mountaintop of pleasure. The whole encounter must have lasted 30 minutes or more, a long time for a fuck-session.

"Damn you're good," said the leather guy hoarsely. "You like that, Curly?"

"Damn right I did. This dude can fuck!"

As I began to recover, I grabbed my towel and tossed it over my shoulder. "Here, help me get Curly out of these straps," the leather guy asked. "He need a break."

After we got Curly out of the sling, he stood up and stretched. I noticed he was a good looking guy, pretty stocky and muscular, and completely smooth, probably from being shaved. The leather guy introduced himself as Berl.

"You from around here?" he asked.

"Nope. I'm from out of town. But every once in a while I get down this way."

"Well, the next time you're coming down, give us a holler. We'd like to do this again, right, Curly?"

"Damn right! My ass is twitching at the thought of it," he laughed. "And maybe I'll let you fuck Berl, too. He's good but not as good as me."

That threw me as I now didn't know who was in charge. But I realized I didn't care as I had one hell-of-a-fuck session! Berl found a pencil and scribbled their names and email addresses on a slip of paper. He said they were a couple but occasionally liked to engage other guys or do something completely slutty, such as tonight.

"Thanks. I'll keep this handy and let you know when I get back down here. I don't know if it can get any better than this but I'd sure like to try!" I laughed.

"Oh, I think it can," smiled Curly. Then, strangely, we all shook hands and I walked through the plastic curtain.

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Note to readers: you might enjoy some of my other stories: Just search for Joxn under Authors or look in the Archived section for: Blown Away in Paris; Camp Ground Fun; Confessions of a Cocksucker; Delivering Pizza; Glory; Moonlight Madness; Mowing Results; Rolf Riding; The Stag; The Tree; Using the Club; Harry and Curt, and a favorite: Donny, the Muscle Boy.. Enjoy life!

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